Intro
C#m Dm C#m Dm
C#m D C#m Cb
[Verse]
C#m Dm
You’ve got nothing but a small city,
C#m Dm
Wind up toys got you playing like a big town kid
C#m Dm
Got your knife in your socks and a gun in your belt
C#m Dm
Bullets in your pocket, it’s all gone still
C#m Dm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
C#m Dm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
C#m Dm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
C#m Dm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
[Verse]
C#m Dm
Here they come all gunning like they’re big men
C#m Dm
Not one can stand on his own (Nobodies, all gunning for me)
C#m Dm
Not one can make himself heard
C#m Dm
All babies relying on their big guns (Nobodies, all gunning for me)
[Prechorus]
Cb
Head west hold nothing but your armour
A
Are you gonna do this right
C#m A G#
Are you going to even try? Or are you...
[Chorus]
C#m Gbm
Sold to the man with big ideas
Cb C#m
I’ve got the white things on me
C#m Gbm Cb C#m
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
C#m E Gbm E
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
C#m Cb A
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
[Verse]
C#m Dm C#m Cb
I’ve seen your ride
C#m Dm C#m Cb
I heard you had a bright idea
C#m Dm C#m Cb C#m Dm C#m Cb
Once you came back maybe you didn’t quite arrive
C#m Dm C#m Cb C#m Dm C#m Cb
Traces of places you’ve been always making a scene
C#m Dm C#m Cb C#m Dm C#m Cb
Too much shouting made me glad that I can’t hear
C#m Dm C#m Cb
Your voice is always raised to meet with me
C#m Dm C#m Cb
Does this pain complete me?
C#m Dm C#m Cb
Nobodies, all gunning for me
C#m Dm C#m Cb
Nobodies, all gunning for me
[Prechorus]
Cb
Head west hold nothing but your armour
A
Are you gonna do this right
C#m A G#
Are you going to even try? Or are you...
[Chorus]
C#m Gbm
Sold to the man with big ideas
Cb C#m
I’ve got the white things on me
C#m Gbm Cb C#m
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
C#m E Gbm E
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
C#m Cb A
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
[Bridge]
C#m Gbm
This one has got a little cheaper
Cb C#m
These lies are all getting steeper
C#m Fb Gbm G#/A
I can’t sell that It’s already been owned...
[Chorus]
Dm Gm
Sold to the man with big ideas
C Dm
I’ve got the white things on me
Dm Gm C Dm
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
Dm F Gm F
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
Dm C A#
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
[Chorus]
D#m G#m
Sold to the man with big ideas
C# D#m
I’ve got the white things on me
D#m G#m C# D#m
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
D#m Gb G#m Gb
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
D#m C# Cb
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
D#m C# Cb
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me